In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires.

I don't know that I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want some one who made it interesting.

... naturalness is not always consonant with taste.

I think I like 'em better like that...divinely dull...just the quiet bearers of their own beauty, like the priestesses in a Panathenaic procession.

There is someone I must say goodbye to. Oh, not you - we are sure to see each other again - but the Lily Bart you knew. I have kept her with me all this time, but now we are going to part, and I have brought her back to you - I am going to leave her here. When I go out presently she will not go with me. I shall like to think that she has stayed with you.

As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.

Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.